Author of quotes: Frederic Beigbeder

Men never fight with women. Both victory and defeat will be shame.

You see, the understanding between us is impossible. I have two days did not eat anything, Madam. Lost three kilos. You have subjected me to torture, but I'm not a terrorist, not a murderer, not a rapist, not a thief. If I cause evil, only himself. Moral principles that prompted you so cruel to me to do - nothingness in comparison with the ones that you have violated and continue to violate in the last two days. (In a low voice.) I must make you a confession. ID stated that I'm forty-two years, but in fact I'm eight. Catch? You must release me, because the law forbids to keep in kapaza eight-year-old children. Do not believe the documents, I'm not a grown man. I may not see himself as he flashed my life? I cannot be considered a Mature man. I infantile to create, subject to foreign influences, I'm helpless, incoherent and naive as a newborn baby, and I'm talking about adult responsibility! You got the wrong guy! Wait, someone has to deal with this misunderstanding!

It is established that the Pursuit of Fleeting Pleasure reduces the lifetime of the writer. Your Jacques died at age 23 from an overdose of opium; Jean de Tinan - 24 from rheumatism, aggravated by the consumption of fake alcohol; Georg Trakl - 27 from a cocaine overdose; hervé Guibert - 36 from AIDS; Roger Roger - in 36, got into a car accident on your "Aston Martin", Boris vian - 39 from the consequences of riotous living, undermined his heart; Guillaume Dustan - 40 from drug intoxication; guy de Maupassant - 43 from syphilis; Scott Fitzgerald - 44 from alcoholism; Charles Baudelaire - 46 from syphilis; Alfred de Musset - 46 from alcoholism; albert Camus - 46 crashed in the car, "Fasel ' VEGA"; Jack Kerouac - 47 from cirrhosis of the liver; Malcolm Lowry - 47 from an overdose of sleeping pills; Frederick Burt - 49 from alcoholism; Jean Lorrain - 50 from peritonitis caused by the misuse of ether; Hans Fallada - 53 from overdose of morphine; Paul-Jean Tule - at 53 of an overdose of laudanum... Can I, Lord, to hope, I do not have talent of my teachers, don't get untimely demise? Since I had the baby, I no longer want to die young.

When I was a kid in the car no one wore a seat belt. Everyone everywhere smoked. Driving drank from the bottle. Drive a Vespa without a helmet. Remember the pilot "Formulas-1" Jacques Laffitte, who was his father's "Aston Martin" at the speed of 270 kilometers per hour to try out a new road between Biarritz and San Sebastian. Fucked without condoms. It was possible to stare at a woman all you want, talking to them, trying to seduce her, even to touch her hand - to anybody and in a head has not come to charge you with criminal intent. That's the biggest difference between me and my parents: and in those days the degree of freedom increased, and my - year decreases.

I think "99 francs" has become such a popular novel in France, because I used a lot of marketing techniques: slogans, advertising buzzwords and all that. This is one of the first novels that allowed this shit to fit in with the literature.

Really all we dream is to have sex with a beautiful Russian model? Pustovato somehow, don't you think?

Put me in a cell with dealers, prostitutes, and petty thugs. You might think that this is different from my circle of friends.

Russian women are inexplicable sadness, melancholy and deliberate innocence that I think is very sexy and vicious. All this deprived the French, Germans, not to mention American.

... not have to wait for anything. And nothing to fear. Better to be ready for anything and the humility to treat this. I'm a terrible fatalist. That's what most brings me with a Russian soul. Everything is predestined, and what should happen, will happen. The same is true in love. If a girl likes you, the better for you, and if you do not like - too bad for her.

I don't know what happiness is. For me it is mysterious and maybe even unhappy word. And how again can not remember Oscar Wilde, who said: "I need not happiness, but pleasure." And I have a lot of time spent on the search for fun. However, the concept of happiness for many centuries were connected with religion. In the past, when life was better organized, people would have wondered what happiness is. Then it was postmortem. Today, when religion is in some measure lost its importance, and people of faith, our existence has become more painful. The absence of God causes people to seek happiness in different places. And I think it makes people unhappy.

In St. Petersburg the night doesn't come, and only six in the morning the sky turns slightly purple. You are standing on the banks of the Neva with strangers. Suddenly someone starts to sing and you also sing without understanding the words. There is a sense of something eternal that is experienced only in Russia. And only in Russia and nowhere else - and I traveled all over the world - you can feel this grace. It's kind of magical mystery. We, foreigners, are going to your disorganized, noisy and absolutely crazy country, because we know that we are waiting for a moment of bliss and eternity, the magic spark that will flare up. But it will have to pay very dearly. I think that Russia is a drug. The most dangerous of all!

Don't be afraid to fight, even if you have the windmills.

This vicious circle of no exit. All doors shut, guard gently smiling. You are kept in captivity, with the help of long term loans, monthly payments, rent.

The Venetians call it "marital duty". Personally, I would call that morning of a hard day.